July 29, 2009
By Ismeraly Torres BRONZE, Homestead, Florida
Ismeraly Torres BRONZE, Homestead, Florida
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It’s late
pupils pounding
feet barely intact
fingers mauled,
ring edges
still imprinted
It’s late
She can hear the ground beat
Her body sways to its rhythm
the pulse of the storm
it speaks!
It’s late
just a couple more steps
She thought, encouraged, hoped
just a couple more steps
It’s late
warmth rushes in
a stampede of silence
Her inspiration, faith, and motivation
lie on the poor excuse for a couch
It’s late
Exhaustion dare not fit the description
but the tangled curls
the scabbed knees
those butter soft cheeks
that anointing of innocence…
It’s late
She’s pushing on uneven ground
Her balance, unstable
but she’s found the ground
and with every heaping step
Her no longer secure parts
drowse off in despair
but her faith takes command
It’s late
but her faith takes command

The author's comments:
This is a praise to all single mothers, whose strength fueled me to write this piece.

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on Aug. 20 2009 at 4:21 pm
Writerzhand GOLD, Ball Ground, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
I wanna carry a piece of who I was before so when I hit the wall, I REALLY hit the wall.

wow, that's really sending a strong message. great job!

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